Well.......seems like no one else is talking so I guess it's up to you and me or me to stir up some Sh-t. I,m sure we probably rubbed a shoulder in passing on the compound. To get up in the air, I had to talk to a Flight Platoon Sgt. named Griffith I think was his name and after a few days and a few beers, he took me to talk to Sgt. Burgess and somehow that's how I turned up with 207, a helicopter with more Red Xs than the 545th had parts. Anyway, that's some of the BS history. Anybody else reading Lynn and my postings feel free to jump in.